Thursday, October 25
telephones in heaven
A few days ago on the way to school:
“Mummy? Is Nanna still up in the sky with the angels and Smokey?” (Smokey being the family cat that lived until the age of 21)
“Yes, they’re still up there.” Down below, the beach was empty and the flat sea blended into the sky with no horizon to be seen.
She looked up at the sky thoughtfully and then asked, “has Nanna got a telephone there? Can I call her?”
I smiled, imagining a bright red telephone, sitting on a cloud, with a twirly cord stretching down to earth. “No, she hasn’t got a phone up there, but you can still talk to her.”
“Oh, OK. Have I got swimming lessons today?”
“Yes, I’ll take you after school.”
The next day we went for a walk on the beach. Skye saw my friend Chiara, sitting in the distance with her dogs nearby and ran over to play.
She ran around chasing the dogs and rolled on the sand with them for a while and then flopped down next to Chiara.
“Chiara? You know my Nanna that is up in the sky with Smokey the cat?”
“Yes, I know. “
“Well, she doesn’t have a telephone, so how do I talk to her?”
“Oh, um, well, I think that she can just hear you if you talk to her because she is watching you.”
“Really? But, it’s quite a long way, do I have to shout?”
“No!” Chiara smiled, “just talk to her when you want to and she’ll hear you.”
“Oh, OK, I’m going to go and ask Mummy for an ice-cream now, bye!”
at 3:52 PM